A vessel, of its former glory, lays abandoned, still vulnerable to attack.
Beautifully imperfect before, opening its gates was fatal. Is charred now, walls hastily being rebuilt, currently lies empty, a shell, due to a lapse in defence, a strategic error, not to be made again.
Back to iron clad, shield in place, back to familiarity, back to safety, my soldiers returned, to guard, once again this once great fortress will become impenetrable again, a place that is beyond your reach and all who come next; a place of safety .

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